Sunday, February 27, 2011

freestyle walking

so fuckin' rad bro. let's see what shecks got:

pfffft. big deal. nice red bull shirt faggot. skate for soda!!

satanic warmaster

yep, it's official, black metal is still scary. this blog rules for this Q&A alone: "KMC: What does christianity mean to you? SATANIC TYRANT WERWOLF: That which is crawling, should be crushed." epic answer by a man with an even more epic name.

grit rippers

good sesh saturday at the waves. i thought the winter was pretty much over then i woke up today to a half a foot of snow. new england trife life trapped under ice.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

retard convention

Bag Of Chips from Eastern Boarder on Vimeo.

NP trash crew did some snow removal.

Saturday, February 19, 2011


i ask of you our dark lord satan to strike down the two wheeled menace known as the bmxicans. skewer their heads on pikes and drink of their blood upon your throne of bones, cranks and pegs. rejoice in the death of the enemies of the skater and drunkenly dance around the funeral pyre of our most hated foe.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

old skull

holy fuck these kids were cool. j.p. died a drug related death in november 2010.

Friday, February 11, 2011

youth attack

fuck this band is good. didn't pay too much attention to em' in the nineties. i was to stuck in my brit-punk pseudo oi phase to notice.

Monday, February 7, 2011

chooch of the decade sighting

saw this dick at RAD park in mendon yesterday. dude showed up all coked out with his rollerblader brother. swag for days bro.

one down

so many more to go. why won't the razor trend just fucking die already? i miss rollerbladers. their dainty little skates couldn't be used as weapons and they're just so easy to push over.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

upwardly mobile vagrant

i was sixteen years old when this happened. not sure if thats really good or bad. or nothing at all. i remember sitting in my room tripping the fuck out on acid and staring at this shit hoping to god that my parents wouldn't knock on the door and force to me have anything that resembled a conversation with them. that was a great summer. no parks yet so we spent our weekends trolling the back alleys of nashua searching for spots we knew weren't there. i would start my friday nights with my board, 5 bucks for pizza at esspresso, a half pack of smokes in my cargo pants pockets and a dime bag of that downtown brown. does anyone else remember skating the bus depot behind city hall? that place was my EMB.